wake up, the house is on fire and the cat’s caught in the dryer philiosophy’s a liar when your home is your headstone “icon” is the last chance for hope when there’s no such thing as heroes your faith lies in the ditch that you dug yourself in

last chance to p*ss it all away nothing but h*ll to pay when the lights are going down

deadbeat holiday – celebrate your own decay there’s a vacant sign that’s hanging high on a noose over your home

deadbeat holiday – get on your knees and pray there’s a vacant sign that’s hanging high but at least you’re not alone christmas lights in the middle of august grudges come back to haunt us your oldest allies are your long lost enemies grounded in a duplex to find that you’re living on a landmine vacation hotspots is a cemetery drive

last chance to p*ss it all away nothing but h*ll to pay when the lights are going down

deadbeat holiday – celebrate your own decay there’s a vacant sign that’s hanging high on a noose over your home

deadbeat holiday – get on your knees and pray there’s a vacant sign that’s hanging high but at least you’re not alone

last chance to p*ss it all away nothing but h*ll to pay whan all you want to do is…not to….give up……